Things generally quieten down over the Christmas period, people go on holidays while cities and towns slow down to a pace not unlike that of a tired snail. Cairns is no different. Today the photographic diary resembled a starving horse and so it was left to the photographers on duty to head out and see what we could find.
©Sean Davey/The Cairns Post
The city was actually nearing 'dead', with only hand full of people here and there, aimlessly walking the streets or sitting at one of the few open cafes. I drove to Ellis Beach, about half an hour north of Cairns where I met Carlos, the lifeguard on duty. He said the beach had been pretty quiet today and that the early morning rush of people had vanished as the midday sun had started to pack some punch. Carlos and I spoke about the large box jelly fish that washed up yesterday at Trinity Beach and he told me that something like that had enough poison in it to kill eight fully grown adults.
Lifeguard Travis Simmonds holds up the large box jellyfish that washed up on Trinity Beach
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Carlos got ready for his second sweep of the beach (a process of dragging a net in the enclosed swimming area to check for stingers) and I decided to get in the water and ask some people if I could photograph them relaxing in the water. I met Carl and his daughter Emily from Lake Placid who were playing in the shallows. "She thinks she is a better swimmer than she really is", Carl told me. With the aid of a floaty ring, Emily looked to be doing alright to me.

Lifeguard Carlos Costa drags the swimming enclosure for stingers
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I turned my attention to Carlos who was going from end to end of the enclosure with his net. As he neared the northern end of the swimming area I turned to see a man lying face up, taking in the sun. The man's eyes were closed and I made a couple of pictures of him without him realising. I followed Carlos for a bit more and then turned to the floating man again and by this time he was standing up in the shallow water. I introduced myself and told him that I was just shooting pictures for the local newspaper. The man laughed and suggested I find someone better looking to photograph. I let him know that I already had a couple of pictures of him and that all I needed was his name, which he was happy to give me, introducing himself as Frank Roach from Canada.
©Sean Davey/The Cairns Post
I swaggered back to the beach, forever mindful that I was carrying a five thousand dollar camera NOT in a water housing. I packed up my camera bag and, dripping wet, sans towel nor quick drying shorts, made my way back across the Captain Cook Highway to my car.
















